A Soldier's Job

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I was recently asked to join a Facebook cause for remembrance and gratitude to armed service personnel. I do not like the propagation of applications in Facebook, so have instead written a note to satisfy my need to communicate about this war and our soldiers fighting in it. I encourage your love and willingly listen to your hate, if my words bring it out, so feel free to share. If you feel like your passion is stronger than word can contain, feel free to avoid the reading.

Submitted: January 04, 2010

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Submitted: January 04, 2010

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A Soldier's Job

A soldier is a killer or support for the killers in an army
I cannot relate to this job
I could never choose it
Taking another life is the worst thing I can imagine for me to do
I sometimes think while I am killing a bug what right is there in ending another beings life
Life is something I would almost always say is the most precious thing in this existence
Instead I would hope that I would always say "Is there another way?"
I hope that I would not give up trying and find peace
instead of death and dying

I am quite certain I could kill another person to protect my or one of those I care about in this life from harm, but I am also certain the danger would have to be clear, present and seem to require immediate action. I am also certain that I would regret for the rest of my life that I did not imagine another way to avoid the harm done.


A soldier is sometimes the only thing between people I love living a nightmare of death, dismemberment, starvation, illness and many other horrors. A soldier is the force to give politicians and ambassadors power to unsure our nation's and thus my and my own loved one's safety against many horrors. A soldier is a man or a woman willing to give his life to protect those aligned with him. I greatly respect on a very deep level the men and women that show such a willingness. I can only imagine the hearts of some which would have the passion to do so. I owe gratitude to the many armed forces personnel who would choose this job, which I admit I would do poorly myself due to my cowardice or ideal. I know that evil is real. I know it lives in my own heart. I know there are many circumstances in this existence that would change my mind on this or that ideal or fact which I hold to be true and certain. I do not have the broadest of experience, such breadth of experience that I might truly know many things which might cause me to experience that which I believe to be evil by choice. I want to judge those that decide to send people out to kill other people, but I have trouble with that due to my ignorance of experience as well. A decent example might be hunger. I know little of hunger.  I know nothing of being hungry and not knowing how I might fill that hunger. I know nothing of what it would be like to believe that I or my loved ones might not have enough food to eat to stay healthy. I know there are militants in the world that have gotten their passion to hate and to kill from such a need gone unfulfilled. I know little of hate born out of violence. I have no war losses that I am aware of nor thought of what might be more powerful in this existence than that. I am certain there are militants, soldiers, terrorists and leaders for good or evil that have witnessed their loved ones death at the hands of another. I can only imagine the rage, the hate, the evil born in heart that these in existence would hold and carry as a result. I have read what others have written and said of such things. I have seen photograph and video portray horrors worse than my imagination could come up with. It is in the history of man. It is a seemingly unending story of our species. We have the greatest potential for love and hate in all of us. I would seek the expression of love in my potential, but not with ignorant eye to the potential for hate that I might express. I would try not to judge the politician for his faults. I would choose rather to know that some are good and some are evil. I cannot help, but judge some by deed or word which express ignorance, bias or greed that I have interpreted from some news. I have great deal more difficulty in judging a soldier because he has chosen to risk his life. I know there are varying good and ill reasons for joining the armed services, but just by the act of risking that which I hold so precious I am stopped cold in the act of judgement by my own gratitude that it might be for the sake of freedom or prosperity of those I love. I easily shed tears for those that have given life or something near and dear in fights for our nation. I believe that my passion for counting blessings rather than trying to embellish them decides for me where my heart is on matters of any war. Invariably it seems that greed for money and power are the passions that spur wars. It seems to me also that sending troops away from home is an act of aggression or hubris. It is an act that always denies someone somewhere their unalienable right to govern themselves with the possible exception of troops who guard US citizens abroad. So until there is world government, I believe that our resources and attention should be mostly focussed inward. I believe our energies should be focussed on keeping our nation and its citizenry strong, healthy and happy. I believe we all need our jobs and our passions to keep us strong as individuals and as a nation, so I would try not to condemn anyone for doing as they believe is right nor and even less so for anyone trying to do their job well. I remain only grateful to the soldier for trying to do their jobs well, even though, I could never see myself doing that same job well as I expect that my passion would not be in it. I expect that I would rather accept the evils in the world that would be outside my influence than expand my influence beyond which would be unsafe, uncertain or unwise. I believe our war on terrorism is all three of these. I believe our hubris as a nation had been proceeding this way, since likely before the beginning of the Korean War sometimes with troops and sometimes covertly and sometimes both, will be seen in history as the beginning of the decline of the US morally, politically and economically. I would say that given personal opportunity to support our soldiers and veterans I do so and will continue to do so. I cannot ignore that risk nor sacrifice. I freely admit that I might be wrong in many things I believe, but although I might not choose to weaken those that my own would call enemy, I would not want to add hate to this existence, just as I would hope I would never remove hate by death.


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